they lay the asphalt
to give the landscape a sense of direction
to guide our plans like runoff from the hills
not rolling through so much as to in the spill
it’s well known velocity kills
but no matter how you bash your 
skull your vision needs no correction

i’ll draw a wet black road
to confine the highway to one dimension
a menace to the creatures keeping still
the grid lines separate the ducks from their bills
despite my poor cartography skills
you give names to every single 
dragonfly just to show you’re paying attention

21st first century software is a 
bit too realistic for me
i spy myself inside
a telescope across the sea
mostly I have got too many 
axes to be worrying about 
the fool unspools to portion 
his mind out by the yard until he 
forgets what he got started for


stopped with a smoking engine
and a glittering grin
a traveling salesman
feels the sun on his skin

miles from here 
and halfway to there
he tends apathetic
but he’s starting to care

“if only i had taken your advice”
he exclaims as the flames 
incinerate his merchandise, while 

steady like an artist and
doomed like a liar
all the way to the horizon
periodic like gunfire

birds on a telephone wire

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heard you tear apart that argument like so easy
pick your teeth with their bones
there’s a pattern in the fabric that you wear
there’s a humor in the way you make the forum jump and tremble
when you talk it gets closer
when you think i fall over
had to know where you get your insights
“in the belly of a sheep,” you said
i saw the moment when it dawned upon you
up to your elbows in front of the crowd
a hook a wrinkle 
a version of the end
watch the reeds all race across the page 

in private in your worries in your heart

i read that article you sent to me 
i couldn’t put it away
a specter on the hillside
a reason where there wasn’t one before
the children have the right to be afraid
and your house is full up with all the things you made

in private in your worries hurry along 

this has a purpose
this about to to break
into pieces like the sound of laughing
crystals look and know the future
the joke is you could see this coming

in your worries
in, careful surgeon with his mask
in your tender side with seeing fingers
in your heart with stainless steel

Grace/Gaze

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